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bignosebaby · 4 months

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If you've heard of black crested macaques or the Yaki monkey, it is probably this one:

This black crested macaque became famous in 2011 when the photographer David Slater was taking photos in the jungle of Sulawesi Indonesia where black crested macaques are indigenous fauna. Slater was not the photographer who captured this photo, however. It was the macaque who has since been commonly called Naruto who took its own photograph on Slater's camera. The famous monkey selfie sparked a copyright lawsuit brought by PETA onto Slater, which was settled in 2017 with an agreement that Slater would donate a percentage of any profits gained by the pictures Naruto took to organizations that protect this species in the wild.

For the millions who enjoyed Naruto's selfies online, the story ends there. For Naruto and the Yaki the story continues. The black crested macaque is critically endangered. Slater's website says he donates 10% of the proceeds of all "monkey selfie" merchandise to "a monkey conservation project in Sulawesi", and while he does not specify which conservation project he supports, there is one I know of that does incredible work.

Selamatkan Yaki is an operation with a huge impact. The Yaki is one of the most endangered primates in the world, and it can be difficult to gauge just how many of them are out there. This is where biodiversity monitoring comes in to produce the data needed for effective conservation protocol. A pilot study was conducted in Tangkoko Nature Reserve, which has created the blueprint for surveying the entire province using camera traps and remote sensing to observe the Yaki and their threats over time.

Using the data gathered from monitoring, Selamatkan Yaki collaborated with the government agency for natural resource conservation to create a Species Action Plan (SAP). This species action plan is not only an evidence based conservation plan designed to save the Yaki, but all the other species that share its forest home. Establishing the Yaki as a flagship species is crucial as this charismatic monkey is just one of many species that is not found anywhere else in the world.

One of the major threats Yaki face, like many other primate species, is hunting for wildlife trafficking and the bush meat trades. While hunting the Yaki is illegal, it takes a true culture shift to keep endangered animals out of traps and cages. Selamatkan Yaki has developed both community conservation and environmental education programs designed to unite local communities in protecting the species. The community conservation program involves surveys conducted since 2007 so that long term data on human-animal relationships can be tracked to best identify community conservation methods. This data is used in the environmental education program which introduces information on biodiversity and conservation to school curriculum and provides research opportunities and scholarships for post secondary students to contribute to conservation.

Selamatkan Yaki understands that it isn't enough to have a team of people dedicated to saving the black crested macaque-- the more people who care and help the better. Everyone has a role to play in conservation, but right now so many people outside Indonesia have only ever seen the black crested macaque once, in a photo online. That's why I'm partnering with Selamatkan Yaki to spread information about the work they do and the species they protect. To learn more about Selamatkan Yaki you can click the links in this post, and stay tuned for more on the black crested macaque.

#selamatkan yaki #black crested macaque #macaques #monkeys #wildlife #conservation #news #animal welfare #animals #endangered species #ecology #macaca nigra #yaki

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athek-os · 3 months

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i'm still clinging onto the kagepro vn route (delusional)

#kagepro #kagerou project #ayano tateyama #yaki #this started out as a redraw of that manga route scene #because that is my roman empire i guess #and ended up here

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ka3l · 1 year

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#pixel art #webcore #sunflowersmith #yaki #yakirisu #artists on tumblr #180p

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gaussmultimedia · 7 months

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Máster Diseño Gráfico 2021-22. Identidad visual para restaurante japonés de comida callejera Yaki. Proyecto de Angi Estefan Grajales Canabal.

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siyi-draws · 9 months

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Redraw for kagepro day

#siyidraws #my art #digital art #fanart #kagerou project #kagepro #kagerou daze #ayano tateyama #yaki #snake of retaining eyes #kuroha #snake of clearing eyes

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darealkillakadafi191 · 9 months

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#killathoughts #killakadafi191 #yaki #killastories

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munchboxart · 2 years

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I feel so rusty

#splatoon #splatoon oc #splatoon art #yaki #my OC #munch art

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vegan-nom-noms · 8 months

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Vegan Yaki Onigiri Japanese Grilled Rice Balls

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daniople · 1 year

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small thing i drew for a late secret santa :)

#shintaro kisaragi #momo kisaragi #kagerou project #kagepro #kagerou daze #mekakucity actors #yaki #my art

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nom-central · 5 months

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Splatlandian Street Food

Having just gotten off the train to the Splatlands, Seirche busied himself with taking in the sights. He had heard plenty about this place and came out as soon as he could, but he wasn't expecting it to be as chaotic as it was now. The streets were busy with inkfolk and jellyfish alike, chattering and buying food and simply hanging out. It was all kind of overwhelming for the inkling, who had a more relaxed and slower-paced lifestyle. He had to wonder how anyone found time to relax like this...the city lived up to its name. Maybe he'd get used to it after a day or two.

All the bustling was starting to stress him out, so Sierche opted to find someplace a bit...quieter, to sightsee. His plans to try some battles out could come later, he felt. Wandering towards a quieter part of town, he followed the scent of food through a side street. Seems like street food must be pretty popular...a bite to eat sounded good right about now. Devon would probably like some local cuisine to try, too! If he likes something here enough, he'll bring it back home to him.

He wasn't counting on the relative silence around him to be broken, though.

Hurried and heavy footsteps were quickly approaching him, and thankfully his days as an agent made him quick to turn around. All he could make out was a long case of some kind, and a head of curly coral colored tentacles before he was slammed into full force.

"OUGH- oh shit, dude, are you alright?! I'm sorry, I..."

From how fast they were running and their size, Sierche was knocked over from the force of the blow. Dazed and forced into squid form, the pink Inkling opens his eyes to see a worried octoling hovering over him. The first thing Sierche noted was the obnoxious-looking pompadour and his thin frame, but the octoling seemed pretty genuine enough as he carefully prodding at him. "Okay, didn't knock you out...uh, m' sorry about slamming into you like that. I just got out of some turf and I'm running late to my food stand, and you were just...hey, are you listening?"

He wasn't. Getting practically body checked knocked the wind out of him and he sort of wanted to just...close his eyes again. He could feel the tall octoling lifting him up, and he thought for a moment he heard....growling. "Yeesh, I hit you hard....uh, I don't want to just leave you here out on the street, so...mm..." He tilted his head, debating on something.

"Uh...don't freak out about this, alright? I've got work n' all, but...you'll be safe, okay? And I haven't eaten at all today..."

That last comment was said pretty quietly, but judging by the squid's lack of a protest it should be fine...as Sierche closed his eyes, he felt some of his surroundings grow more warm and...wet. It was a familiar feeling- Devon made sure of that with how often he enjoyed doing it, so he felt relaxed even as the telltale sounds of thick swallows rang out around him. Maybe he should've felt more concerned being swallowed by a stranger, but that was a problem for a more conscious Sierche.

It was slow despite the hungry gulps- even in squid form he was a bit larger than what the octoling was used to. He got him down all the same, and Sierche could dimly feel his alleged captor walking once more, albiet much slower. The warmth and attention from his clearly eager stomach was nice enough to get him to doze off. When he did come to he still seemed to be inside, with the darker orange walls burbling and churning around him. Vaguely he could hear the sounds of the busy street outside over the steady heartbeat...where were they?

"Oh, you're up! Bet you're feeling better after some rest, huh?"

There was that octoling's voice, accompanied by a few pats to his stomach. "Gotta say, you're really filling....almost couldn't tie my apron over you, heh! Uh, is that a weird compliment...? Either way, the name's Yaki and I'll let you go when I close up shop here, alright? Hey, I'll even make it up to you by making you something to eat! Perks of running a food truck, heheh!" He seemed nice enough despite clearly having a taste for more...lively seafood. Sierche decided against giving him any trouble, as local food was what he came here for originally...it was just a matter of letting the time pass now.

#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #splatvore #quartersize vore #vore fic #Sierche #Yaki #was really feelin the splatvore vood hehe #ill do more with yaki in the future

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cltrona · 1 year

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Squeaky clean 🫶

#splatoon #octo expansion #sanitized octoling #sanitized au #splatoon oc #splatoon octoling #citrona ocs #yaki #doodlin #who's sassy murderous child is this #queuelamansi

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bignosebaby · 2 months

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Black crested macaque juveniles tender yelling and biting moment

#selamatkan yaki #black crested macaques #macaques #yaki #monkeys #wildlife #photography #wildlife photography #animals

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athek-os · 11 months

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my beloved meow meow

#kagepro #kagerou project #ayano tateyama #yaki #this has been sitting in my folder for like half a year thinking i'd come back to finish it #yeah nah

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yakiswifey · 1 year

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Chapter 1

NOTES FOR THE READERS:

ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation between paragraphs this is POV shifting from you to Kyk. My inbox is OPEN, if anyone has requests.

“Congratulations, you made the team”

You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.

The air in the locker room felt hot and sticky, shouting could be heard from outside as you laced up your shoes for your first game. You were a freshman on the college volleyball team, another new face and considered a pester for your older teammates. You checked yourself out in the mirror before stumbling out onto the gym nervously, you felt like a baby giraffe using its legs for the first time. “Get it together…” You told yourself. Your talents were undeniable and you deserved your spot on the team, regardless of the anxious thoughts that ran through your mind. A deep breath filled your lungs and left in a moment's release, hands slightly shaky and clammy. People lined the rows, eagerly awaiting the game to start while everybody cheered for their favorite players and teams. Standing up straight for a sense of false confidence, you stood in your position ready. You could feel one pair of eyes in particular latching onto you, who? No other than your team captain, of course. Kim Yeon-Koung, one of the best volleyball players in the world was staring directly into your soul as if already displeased with you. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk and her eyebrows furrowed together as she had only one goal in mind, winning.

Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.

Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

“Hit the ball, idiot!”

Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.

“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”

“Im sorry I-”

“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”

She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.

Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.

You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.

Never good enough.

You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.

“Let’s talk.”

She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.

You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.

“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”

Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.

“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”

“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”

She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.

“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”

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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.

What is that girl always thinking about?

Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.

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#kim yeon koung #kim yeonkoung #yaki #bread unnie #POV #alternating pov #SERIES #dabbling #plot #idea #submissions #Fanfic #yaki x reader #Kim Yeon koung x reader #alternate reality

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